Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.